"Oh, a betting ring for a fight? Sounds interesting! I like it hahaha! I will match Sir Dylan's bet and bet twenty silver coins as well!" Darren readily agreed as he also matched Dylan's initial bet.
'I'm going to maximize this as much as I can,' Dylan thought inwardly, his eyes sweeping over the greed blooming on the gang members' faces.
Darren laughed loudly, utterly entertained by what he perceived as pure delusion. "Hahaha! You're throwing away your hard-earned restaurant money, Sir Dylan! Fine! My boys will take that action!"
"I'll bet three silver coins on Mark!" a gang member shouted, rushing forward to toss his money down.
"I'll bet five silvers!" another yelled, pushing his way through. "There's no way in hell an Awakened Spirit fighter loses to a Spirit Veins kid!"
"Put me down for four silvers!" Another black skull put down his bet on the barrel.
